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"Good old Norn!" she cried, with a mighty hug. "I told you that you were the real stuff! Ju and I are mighty proud of our big sister, aren't we, Ju?","No. Do you not remember when we examined the window that it was opened from the inside?","Ah, but she was hypnotized. She did not act of her own free will.","Why not? I have a profession and a small property. We love one another dearly, so I don't see what grounds she has for refusal.","Rubbish!" said Jen, tartly. "They must have known that he would betray them when he recovered his senses!","One moment, Miss Dallas. What influence has Etwald over the negress?","One moment, Miss Dallas. What influence has Etwald over the negress?",CHAPTER XIV. LADY MEG.,"H'm!" said Jen. "But seeing that you were so ill, was no one watching beside you?","There," said Jen, pointing to the inanimate form of his old servant. "He is asleep or dead.",Etwald put the question with the greatest calmness, stared steadily at the young man, and waited for the reply, which he knew would be difficult to make.,"Well, this is luck!" he began, but paused, seeing the girls. "I'm in for a bit of lunch before the matinee, and I can only say 'howdy.' Going to take in the miracle play at the Globe,—finest thing in town, they say. See you later, perhaps," and he bowed to them all, vaguely including the three girls in his kindly glance..